Summary

"When people have both their hands full, they will generally hold the thing they care about more in their dominant hand.""That's interesting," Taehyung says truthfully. "Why, though?"Jimin makes himself more comfortable on Taehyung's hideous couch, scratching behind Yeontan's ear and smiling when the dog whines, closing his eyes in content."Because they're too scared to lose or break what they're holding."

Jeongguk always holds Taehyung's hand in his right one.

Alternatively, the "my dog ran away and you're the one who found it, and now I owe you a favor even though I really hate you" AU.

Summary

“What the fuck is that?”

Taehyung’s daemon blinks up at Jeongguk and tilts its head, bumping Taehyung’s leg as its eyebrows tilt in distress. It leaps (shockingly high) to land in Taehyung’s arms and then hides its face in his sweater, and Taehyung holds it close, protective.

Taehyung stares at the trembling creature in his arms and then looks back at Jeongguk, eyes flashing with anger and hurt. “How dare you?”

“Oh my god, Guk, you can’t just ask people what their daemon is,” Seokjin scolds.

In which souls manifest as animal creatures outside the body, Taehyung and Jeongguk start off on the wrong foot, and despite everyone's best efforts, Cooky and Tata fall in love.

Summary

Taehyung has been friends with Jeongguk even before he became an idol, he was the only friend he managed to keep after being lucky in the entertainment industry and being worldwide famous; Jeongguk doesn't treat him differently. To Jeongguk's eyes, he'll always be the same Taetae, even with all the make-up and fancy clothes and fantastic performances: he's still his Taetae. Or that is what Taehyung thought.

Little did he know Jeongguk is actually his most famous and reliable fansite.

[or: Jeongguk is a damn fine fansite master of his good friend Taehyung, and no one knows except him and Jimin.]

Summary

Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he'd been right.